Forgetting the Fox

Coping with change.

Sharpen upon your insults 

you can't prove a thing without results

Holden back on biding time

Caulfield can't stand

making sense of the grime oozing through

every jibe, terrible vibe, 

why have i 

tolerated such

how could I mistake you for affection

when it was a different direction

no. Dissent, descending into discretion

Hidden on discussion with permission from the choir

it's like my throat is hanging from a telephone wire

you're such a f*****g liar

insulated on dilated whims

violated in limbs that limp

like a lip barbed 

with teeth barred up on the wall

you always treat me quivering

and small

in voice

taxed in friendship, paid in full. 

The reality that it was always a choice

mine to end

mine to mend

Before, during, and after

I was walking taller, talking faster

B*****d

They're phonies anyway.